not yet punditik

During my lifetime, I have not dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people.  I have only dedicated myself to the struggle of an individual person-myself.     I haven’t fought against white domination, nor have I fought against black domination.   Unless black represents evil, and in that case I have sometimes fought very hard against it.   And white domination is goodness and purity, and I think I have fought against it by sometimes just letting the black evil carry me along fightlessly.      I have (though) cherished the ideal of an empathetic and loving society in which all persons live together in understanding and reciprocal compassion.   It is an ideal which I cannot hope to live for and achieve - it would be a vain hope (I know) and which would not be achieved.   (But) if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am not prepared to die.   Period.   No one is prepared to die for it. How ...

Yes that is what I have typed.  You have not read me wrong.  You have the clap. From me. Let me explain.   Yesterday I had great conversation.  That fluid rolling kind of conversation that starts with a broken toe acquired at some Scottish ritual dance, veers towards an anti-stiletto campaign kissed and signed on the blank side of a dirty flyer and ends up at the largest river in the world that is apparently under the Sahara and is draining into the Atlantic as we speak.  That kind of conversation. That is punctuated by gales of laughter and rude interruptions.  A mixed group.  Male and female, black and white, old or rather mature and hitting menopause and or young - take your pick.  Different backgrounds, different professions, lives and habitats.  Born in the States, living in Paris but working in South East Afrika kind of people.   In such a group, “who are you” does tend to come up, especially if some peo...